I am going to teach you how to be popular. My lesson is simple.
First of all wear awesome clothing, don't worry if you are a uniform school. Just wear awesome hair accessories. And jewellery. If you are from NZ or Aussie, no worries, just pop down to some stores that you hear a lot about and is seemed to be favored. Like Diva and Equip. Supre and Glassons are good too. But I am not super sure that Glassons is in Aussie. But I know Supre is. And here in NZ Country Road is favored as well. Hot. Don't worry if you don't have the money. There are other ways as well. But don't play copy cat. TRY HARD. If there are any school plays/productions/dance comps that your school is involved in it is a great way to connect. So wish luck to ALL in the event so it is more diguised and friendly. If you have noticed another person connecting well with the "populars" don't see it as competition, don't see it as someone below you. Make friends with them. I have met someone and we both made great friends. But everyone is being rude about her so I am also a good defence on her behalf. Make friends with the ones that seem to like you from this "group" and do little favours. That'll help. Also when you have reached your rate in popularity you want to be, don't be a snob. If a "Popular" friend is trashing someone that isn't, be a step higher and defend them (the ones being bullied).
30 November 2009
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14 November 2009
My Birthday.
Hey guys, it is nearly my Birthday, so I am preparing for the party. But I think it might be a bit exspensive. First we will book out a whole entire pool. Eating fish and chips with a few other things there. Then making our way back to my house. With twinkly white lights hangy around the living room (where we will sleep.) and outside in the garden (the ones in the garden will be solar powered. Echo!). We will move the kitchen table so we can fit 16 girls. We'll ask if girls can bring their own mattresses, pillows, blankets/duvets/sleeping bags. I want a angel cake like those wedding cakes like that "two stories" thing. White icing with pink icing squirted around the sides and on the "the top story" saying "Happy Birthday". Pink candles. Also helium white balloons.
09 November 2009
Scary Stories.
Okay I am just doing a scary stories.
This one my cousin told me.
There once was a very rich girl. Her father and step-mother (they have no actual role in the story) were going on a Honeymoon. So she went to stay at her uncle's very high-class and old hotel. When she arrived she went to the check in-desk. She was greeted by a 35 year-old man. "Hello," he greeted. "Who must be the owner's neice." He started ticking at a little notebook. "Ye- Yes." she stuttered. He ignored and handed the notebook to the bell man who was taking her bags. "What room would you like?" he asked. She looked at the keys in coloums for each floor. Of course she wanted a room with a good view so not ones on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors. She wanted one that had a bathtub so no 6th, and 7th floors. "8 please." she said. He looked at his large book of check-ins' and outs'. "Sorry. That is all taken. Most of our cutomers can't afford a floor on 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13." She mad a annoied face, wrinkling her nose. "How many rooms on 9, 10, 11, 12, and....." she trailed off she never dared say the number 13 aloud. "13" he finished for her. "Two on each floor from nine and up." She looked at her feet disappointed. She heard rain starting to hammer down outside on the streets of New York. "9?" she asked. He looked at the book. "Taken." he answered shaking his head. "All rooms are taken except 1, and 2 on the 13th floor. It's strange, everytme someone asks for the 13th floor they change their mind at the last minute." A employee turned around and listen in on the converstion. "1" the employee started waving his hands in front of his face, and shaking his head. "2" the rich girl quickly changed her answer. The 35 year old man turned around and looked at the frantic employee. "Jimmy, would you take her to your room please?" He nodded and power walked across the marble floor. "Why not 1?" she yell-whispered. He shook his head. His lips were tightly pressed together. "Bad"
That night the Rich girl couldn't sleep. What was so "Bad" about number 1? Then strangely she started to hear amazing piano playing. She tip-toed out of her room into the long creaky corridor. She reached the door. She bent down and looked through the key hole. There was a perfect Blond, pale skinned girl in a white nightdress. She was gracefully playing the piano as her hands swept their way across the keys. "Beautiful" the rich girl whispered. The piano playing stopped. The rich girl's heart skipped a beat. But the music started playing again. The rich girl tip-toed back to bed not taking her chances. The next morning there was no sign of the pale skinned girl. She shrugged it off. The next night she went to bed. She heard the most wonderful music. She tip-toed down the hall, to peek through the key hole. The pale girl was playing the violin. After 5 minutes she went back to bed. The next morning she saw no sign of the pale girl and shrugged it off. That night she went to bed hoping for the music. It never came. Impaiently she galloped lightly down the hall. Looking through the key hole. She saw the most amazing ballet. She counted the repeated steps into her mind and went back to bed counting the steps again hoping she can remember in the morning to practise it herself. In the morning she didn't care about seeing the girl. She wanted to practise.
That night she went to bed with the dance fully memorized into her mind. She wanted something to happen. She couldn't hear a single move from the room next door, not even the slight pitter-patter of feet dancing across the floor. She tip-toed down this hall. She looked inside the keyhole. To her shock there was a bright red, bloodshot, bloody, eye. Staring right at her. She died of fright.
This one my cousin told me.
There once was a very rich girl. Her father and step-mother (they have no actual role in the story) were going on a Honeymoon. So she went to stay at her uncle's very high-class and old hotel. When she arrived she went to the check in-desk. She was greeted by a 35 year-old man. "Hello," he greeted. "Who must be the owner's neice." He started ticking at a little notebook. "Ye- Yes." she stuttered. He ignored and handed the notebook to the bell man who was taking her bags. "What room would you like?" he asked. She looked at the keys in coloums for each floor. Of course she wanted a room with a good view so not ones on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors. She wanted one that had a bathtub so no 6th, and 7th floors. "8 please." she said. He looked at his large book of check-ins' and outs'. "Sorry. That is all taken. Most of our cutomers can't afford a floor on 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13." She mad a annoied face, wrinkling her nose. "How many rooms on 9, 10, 11, 12, and....." she trailed off she never dared say the number 13 aloud. "13" he finished for her. "Two on each floor from nine and up." She looked at her feet disappointed. She heard rain starting to hammer down outside on the streets of New York. "9?" she asked. He looked at the book. "Taken." he answered shaking his head. "All rooms are taken except 1, and 2 on the 13th floor. It's strange, everytme someone asks for the 13th floor they change their mind at the last minute." A employee turned around and listen in on the converstion. "1" the employee started waving his hands in front of his face, and shaking his head. "2" the rich girl quickly changed her answer. The 35 year old man turned around and looked at the frantic employee. "Jimmy, would you take her to your room please?" He nodded and power walked across the marble floor. "Why not 1?" she yell-whispered. He shook his head. His lips were tightly pressed together. "Bad"
That night the Rich girl couldn't sleep. What was so "Bad" about number 1? Then strangely she started to hear amazing piano playing. She tip-toed out of her room into the long creaky corridor. She reached the door. She bent down and looked through the key hole. There was a perfect Blond, pale skinned girl in a white nightdress. She was gracefully playing the piano as her hands swept their way across the keys. "Beautiful" the rich girl whispered. The piano playing stopped. The rich girl's heart skipped a beat. But the music started playing again. The rich girl tip-toed back to bed not taking her chances. The next morning there was no sign of the pale skinned girl. She shrugged it off. The next night she went to bed. She heard the most wonderful music. She tip-toed down the hall, to peek through the key hole. The pale girl was playing the violin. After 5 minutes she went back to bed. The next morning she saw no sign of the pale girl and shrugged it off. That night she went to bed hoping for the music. It never came. Impaiently she galloped lightly down the hall. Looking through the key hole. She saw the most amazing ballet. She counted the repeated steps into her mind and went back to bed counting the steps again hoping she can remember in the morning to practise it herself. In the morning she didn't care about seeing the girl. She wanted to practise.
That night she went to bed with the dance fully memorized into her mind. She wanted something to happen. She couldn't hear a single move from the room next door, not even the slight pitter-patter of feet dancing across the floor. She tip-toed down this hall. She looked inside the keyhole. To her shock there was a bright red, bloodshot, bloody, eye. Staring right at her. She died of fright.
Save them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am sick of these animals dying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come on? Kill the cute one? Nah. Kill the dead one (perferably 1 minute after it died)!!!!!!!!!! And also did you know there are more Chickens than people in the world!!!!!!!!??????
Also these are some cute photos I found of Artic Wolves.
Also these are some cute photos I found of Artic Wolves.
Teachers/Adults.
They suck. Admit it you teachers/Adults reading this you suck. You don't have a understanding in the world. We know you "want" us to be "safe". But sometimes you take it too far. When we are late to class/home you yell. I certainly know that over 5 minutes (to class) isn't good enoungh, but under 4 is fine. What if they are being held up by another teacher? Yelling at us because we got 1 answer wrong isn't going to help us do any better, let alone teach us anything. I am the dumbest person at maths you probably will ever meet. Looking at my homework and saying it isn't done isn't making any sense if you say it over and over again. What is finished? Turning something down or giving it a lower grade because you spilled your coffee is your fault not ours. And blaming us becusing you couldn't catch us off the big flying fox at camp is simply not fair. Telling a child they weren't listening when they ask you again is not helping the child. What if there was the child behind them talking? NOT FAIR. If a child (must have the maturity of a sensible 14 year old. I do) asks to stay home and work on a project/homework instead of going out with the rest that is simply fine. Yes I do have brain, some kids are irresponsible, but I am not. Why judge a child who has done nothing wrong?
07 November 2009
Confused.
I am really confused. Today I was watching MTV Cribs and they said they were visiting Perez Hilton or whatever. I always thought that Perez Hilton was Paris Hilton's Older Half-Brother. A skinny dude with loads of Tattoos and a Rock 'n' Roll singer. Turns out he is a fat blogging loser like me. I am not fat. I AM a Blogger. And I have to abmit it I am a bit of a loser. And maybe I am being a bit mean. Kay see-ya.
03 November 2009
Speech Ideas.
I have to write a speech. In the beginning I had no inspiration for my speech. Because they weren't decisions or thoughts I thought about strongly. I was going to do something about plastic surgery. I don't know how it came into my mind but I thought of the speech idea: Barbie=Good example?. I felt very strongly about this topic as you might feel strongly about religion. Because I didn't think Barbie's examples for girls are were good enough. What do you feel strongly about? Make-up testing on animals? Circuses? Zoos? Beauty Pagents? Should films'/Gaming be rated only as a suggestion? Should smoking be illegel? Should plastic surgery only be done on people who need it? Are you for or against?
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